Gasoline
Her nose screwed up the way it did when the line measuring A to B suddenly went to C instead.
Max looked like he was about to short-circuit, and he threw his hands up in the air, Italian exploding from his lips as he pointed at Gabby, then the car, and back at Gabby again, before grabbing his keys and stomping off down the street, still muttering to himself. Moments later, the sound of screeching tires announced Max's exit as he peeled off on his motorcycle.
`" What did you do?"
Gabby was so busy laughing, she couldn't answer, but she did point at the offending light again as if that was answer enough. It was the petrol light. Blinking very helpfully, to warn the driver that the fuel was alm